the comment people

Hurrah - just logged on this evening after a day of Dodo avoidance....

(When I arrived at work it was sitting there, looking at me in an accusing and not entirely friendly manner. I chose to ignore it and it became simply an oppressive presence that everybody was aware of but refused to talk about.

You may be reading this and thinking the geek is being surreal, but in fact I _do_ have a Dodo waiting for me at work tomorrow. Just one of the many facets of my unconventional existence).

....anyway I logged on and found that I had a comment! Salutations, rapture and joy beyond measure - i'm no longer a comment virgin and will have to have a quick cigarette before I turn over and go to sleep.

cutting out diary products

Well here we all are, almost twenty four hours into my life as a blogger. 24 hours is a long time - if I was Jack Bauer I would have beaten those pesky terrorists already and would be sat at home with a mug of Horlicks watching 'Hollyoaks'.

How do I feel - tense?, nervous?, jittery?...

...actually I feel kind of sleepy. Insomnia, I love it.

I thought that I would record some reasons for writing this blog. A long, long time ago (in a galaxy far away) a friend of mine (at the time they were a friend - but these things seem to oscillate) recommended to me that I write a diary.

It was, given the individual in question and our relationship at the time, probably a veiled attempt to say "Why don't you stop bothering me and write a diary?" but the principle was sound. Unfortunately I spurned the suggestion and continued pushing the door of life until I finally noticed it was marked "pull".

A lot has happened since then - I've found love and I've grown older and a very little bit wiser - but I still regret not writing that diary.

In many ways this isn't the diary that I didn't write.

Confused?

Winston Churchill was a geek!

Greetings to all of you in what, one suspects, I'm going to have to call the 'blogosphere'.

I actually wanted to start a blog a week ago, when I turned thirty three. It made sense - at this age some men have already begun to plan for their mid-life crisis and have begun saving for a fast car and a chest wig. To me it seemed like the ideal way to mark this (not very) important event was to put together a blog - having seen at least one person through a public blog birthing already...

...and then I didn't. Things happened in that way that they do (both one after the other and simultaneously) and here I am a full week into my 34th year with no blog to speak of...

...and then this morning I opened my (inevitably free) newspaper to find that Winston Churchill has been outed as a geek. Hurrah! - the establishment icon who so many revere actually wrote fan letters to H.G. Wells and worked quotes from 'War of the worlds' into his speeches. If the guy was alive today he'd be hanging around outside Forbidden Planet and posting pictures on the Internet of himself in his homemade Darth Vader outfit.

I was suddenly (and rather bizarrely) inspired by Winnie's example to stop putting it off and tentatively place one of my oh-so-fine toesies in the tepid water of the blogosphere.

Will it work?

Will it be of interest to anyone?

Or will it be like that time I had the idea of writing 'Toastbusters' - a computer game for the ZX spectrum which largely revolved around making breakfast - and will I thankfully forget about it after a few days?

Only time (and my short attention span) will tell.